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~The Games, Part: lll~

Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape

~Evanescence, Imaginary~

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District 3: Sukara "Suka" Ravo

I open my eyes—and become immediately pissed off.

Where am I?

I think back to reaping day, when I had that nightmare about the cliff and some unseen monster. But... but I don't remember having any dream just now. I know I closed my eyes, but I don't think I got any REM sleep or if I did, it must have gotten interrupted. So... no dream, I guess.

Sadly, that doesn't explain why I'm here, wherever "here" is.

It's a house, I suppose. But I seem to have found a long hallway. Door after door lines the wall to my left, pictures fill the empty spaces in between them. Windows are on the opposite wall, dusty and broken.

Sleepwalking, I must have done that, though it's not something I've experienced before.

And that makes me even angrier.

What the hell is wrong with me?

God, I feel more stupid than Maui after he chose that little girl at the reaping and I got picked instead. Grumbling to myself, I stand up, not knowing what else to do. Where can I go? My only choices are to the left or to the right. How the hell am I going to get out of here? It's too dark to see too far ahead of me, so I don't know which way is safer.

I aim a kick at one of the doors and almost fall over when my foot crashes through it.

"Shit!" The impact hurts more than I expect it to, it almost feels like I hit a brick wall. The hole my foot made is the size of my ankle exactly. I try to stay quiet as I free my leg, but a few curse words slip out of my mouth anyway.

What was that?

I freeze. Someone is here with me.

This is not good. I wonder if it's another tribute, hope it's one of the stupid ones. An older kid. Because then I could kill them without feeling guilty.

Suka. A second voice says, and I grit my teeth at the sound of it.

What the hell is Maui doing here?

I know that something isn't right. This doesn't make any sense. And I feel like punching something when I realize that I'm not going to be able to figure it out. It's like there's a roadblock in my head and I don't think I'll be able to get past it.

Suka... Maui says again.

And then he taps me on the shoulder.

I get up, turn around—ignoring the stab of pain in my leg—and pull my fist back. He deserves to get smacked in the face. I don't have time to deal with this crap, I have a game to play.

"Get away—" I stop short, fist falling to my side.

Since when did that asshole have red eyes?

District 11: Lily Flores

Six down. Eighteen to go.

My thoughts keep going back to Bengal... his picture in the sky... and then—because it's inevitable—I think of Andre, who must be near tears right about now. He can never make it through the bloodbath without crying. If I didn't care about him so much his waterworks would probably bother me more, but I'm actually missing them now.

I keep trying to remind myself that each death is crucial, necessary. But it's somehow getting to me anyway. What happens if I end up dead, my face on some huge screen hovering over the arena? I'll just be like every other tribute that ended up there before me.

A casualty. A minor form of entertainment before the real fighting starts.

And I can't let that happen.

That's where these guys come in.

I've been watching them for a few hours now, and each one of them is pathetic in his or her own way. The older girl, Rowena, clearly has a soft spot for Wendy. The guy, Beech, is too nice—especially when it comes to that little girl. She won't be able to last long, even with the help of the two older tributes.

So, you see, it's kind of perfect.

I'll I have to do is be polite, maybe ignore the guilt that I'm already feeling, and not draw comparisons between Wendy and my brother.

That's all.

District 6: Fallon Zeider

I feel so happy.

Killing is the most invigorating act a person can commit. It's so... freeing, feeling the snap of someone's bones beneath your hand. When Clara died, I had the control. Not Dad or Maria or Addle. Me. Little Fallon, who wouldn't even dare to hurt a fly.

Well, I had done away with that idea, hadn't I?

I haven't seen anyone else, though. Which makes me mad. Really mad. My skin is practically itching with anxiousness. I never realized that killing would become a vital part of my life, but the Games have changed that. I can't let myself be that scared little kid anymore. When I get back, Maria won't have to fight my battles for me anymore. Nobody—not even Addle, the human giant—will cross my path.

It's so satisfying.

But we aren't even close to being done yet.

So many more have to die... I suppose that, instead of sitting here, I should actually move on. Just waiting around for someone to show up won't spill any blood.

I have to be proactive about this.

I get up from my spot on the ground, throw my coat over my shoulder, and sling the backpack over my shoulder. I decide to head down a thin path, thinking that maybe somebody stupid would have the same idea as me. Hopefully, said person will be sensitive, someone willing to beg for their life. I don't make an effort to be frightened anymore. I figure the weakling angle is shot to hell, seeing as I removed both feet from another tribute's body.

It's kind of nice, this new side of myself.

The anxiousness begins to get worse though, and that ruins my good mood pretty quickly.

Where is everybody?

This arena is way too big! I thought that the Capitol relished seeing kids tear each other limb from limb. Why isn't it easier to find everyone? I gnash my teeth in frustration. I can't stand this! My fingernails dig into the palm of my hand, and I know the exact moment they break through the skin. Too bad this isn't Addle's blood...

That's it! Pretending to hurt that loser will make you feel better!

I smile at this new thought. Why hadn't I come up with this sooner?

In the next ten minutes, I come up with several ways to injure him with only this one knife and I'm starting to feel a little bit better.

I'm so caught up in my daydreams that I hardly see what's in front of me.

At least I don't until I trip over something.

I scramble to my feet, muttering curses to myself. I think I've fallen over a log, but then I actually look at my surroundings.

It's a person!

A feeling of happiness settles over me. I can't wait to see the look on her face. The District 3 girl will be so scared when I wake her up!

I don't bother to think about how she should be awake already... that when you run into someone it's next to impossible to stay asleep... all I care is her death.

I'm thinking about how long to draw this whole ordeal out when a stream of blood pours down her cheek.

Funny... I don't think I hit her with my knife...

And then she starts to convulse.

District 3: Sukara "Suka" Ravo

The impact of Maui's fist hurts more than it usually does.

I reel backwards, shocked.

"You little bastard!" I screech, glaring at my so-called best friend. Sure, I had been prepared to hit him... but I hadn't done it. What's wrong with him?

He raises his hand again. "Shut up!"

That's it! I'm not messing around anymore. I push him and he falls back, crashing into a window on the opposite side of the wall. Glass falls to the ground, each shard turning into piles of dust. Maui stands up and brushes the glass-dust off of his pants. Behind him, I see my family, all in obvious pain from some sort of wound that's on their stomachs. I think I hear my father crying, but I can't be sure. The sound is too... distorted.

This is too much.

Something inside me snaps, I take off running down the hallway, dodging Maui as he tries to grab me by the arm.

Suka...

I can't drown the voice out. It morphs into something that is more sinister than it was before.

Suka...

I must have crashed into another one of those widows or something because my entire body starts to ache.

The pain is overwhelming. I drop to the floor and cover my head with my hands, hoping that this will all go away before I start crying on live television.

Boo.

I look up.

The person that appears in front of me isn't really a person. He's a monster.

Not my Maui, I think to myself. Maui doesn't usually smell like rotting flesh, he also doesn't smile like a lunatic.

Suka...

I don't even have time to think about how he got here so fast before a flash of red consumes my vision.

The Dead:

District 9: Kale Anson

District 10: Max Bane

District 11: Bengal

District 12: Clara Hellebore

District 4: Cameron Knight

District 4: Fawn Nolan

District 3: Sukara "Suka" Ravo

Sorry this chapter is so short and that it took forever to write. School has been insane lately. I'll have more time to update, though, thanks to spring break.

Thanks for reading!